Crimson’s Creative Challenge #118
Into the woods to play
On such a lovely warm spring day.
If at the Beech Tree I knock by three
The Woodland Mother lets me sit on her knee;
She’ll tell me tales of the woodland gnomes
Who beneath the woodland bank have made their homes;
Stories too of the woodland elf
Who tends the herbs that give us health.
And then to a sunny woodland dell
The whereabouts I shall not tell,
To stretch and laze throughout the day
And watch the fairies at their play.
Cos I love to have fun!
crispina kemp 
Your path has lead us a land of enchantment.
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It took us back to my childhood 🙂
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Fantastic tale.
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Childhood dreams… 🙂 This is the woodland of those days
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❤️❤️❤️
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🙂
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That was absolutely lovely, Crispina!
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This is my childhood. This is where I used to play, these are my playmates. I was most often a solitary child (or so people thought)
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Why am I not surprised?
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Yea, somewhat obvious
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🙂
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Oh that is so lovely. It puts me in mind of my own childhood, although my friends were often gnomes that bore a resemblance to crawdads and fairies looked a lot like dragon flies. I grew up in Southern California with weekend trips to lakes and reservoirs. *insert nostalgic sigh*
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I still live within travelling distance of that woods. My annual pilgrimage in April, when the bluebells bloom
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And brought a smile to my face this noontime.
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🙂 But you always knew I was the recluse
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